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[b]Name:[/b] Father Abel Caverly, prefers just his first name.
[b]Age:[/b] 33
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Species: [/b] Human; Hunter
[b]Nationality:[/b] American

[b]Personality:[/b] Abel has a very steady, calm demeanor. It takes quite a bit to get him riled up. He is naturally level headed and rational, usually thinking a situation through before reacting to it. Abel is very intelligent and determined, making his a valuable ally and dangerous enemy. He has been described as intense, as his lack of outward emotion can be a little unnerving. For the most part, his face has the same, stony expression regardless of how he may actually feel. 

Underneath the outer exterior of calm and calculated, Abel is very capable of being a warmer person. It takes time to earn his trust and respect, and for him to call you a friend. But once he does, you're in it for life. He tends to be pretty forgiving, understanding, and passionate about those he holds dear. To lose his friendship, you'd have to fuck up big time. 

On the topic of vampires, the young priest has a clear opinion: most are not to be trusted. In his experience, the creatures enjoy their supernatural abilities and loved to flaunt them over humans. While he knows there is potential for coexistence, he has yet to be convinced that it's a better option. After all, vampires make their living by feeding on human lives. 

[b]Equipment:[/b] Having served in the army, he tends to prefer guns over blades. Father Abel carries an assault rifle with silver coated bullets. Buying the ammo is the worse part; it's so damn expensive. He doesn't like being dragged down by tons of weapons, so he doesn't carry much with him on hunts. His other trusty weapon is a silver plated knife that was awarded to him upon graduating from seminary. 

His hunting gear consists of the uniform black robes with armor underneath. He often forgoes the robe, as it's a little too dramatic for his tastes. The armor is a chest plate and leg pads that are durable enough to deflect blades, as well as fangs. His throat is protected by a collar that resembled that of your normal Catholic priest, but instead of being normal fabric, is made of thick Kevlar.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Father Abel is a rather large man. He stands at a towering six foot six inches, and has a very muscular build. His skin is tanned from the sun and his dark brown hair kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a hazel color, favoring a more green color. Overall, he is a very handsome man, perhaps if not for a large, very noticeable brand on his forehead in the shape of a cross. 

The brand has faded as little with age, but it's not going anywhere any time soon. Abel could probably get a skin graph to remove it, but leaves it there as a reminder that despite the evil he has seen in other creatures, humans have proven to be the most vicious he has met. 

Along with the nasty facial scar, he has several other questionable scars on his body. His preferred style of dress, a t-shirt and jean, cover most. He also sports a few religious tattoos. Because at this point, why not?

[b]Other:[/b] Abel is not a typical Catholic priest. Instead of preaching at a church, he was trained specifically to be a hunter. 

[b]History:[/b] 

Abel had a pretty normal childhood. His parents were both religious, but not too overbearing. He was allowed to choose his own path, and Abel chose to become an army chaplain when he was 19. He was a man of God first, and a soldier second. Abel was deployed in several overseas tours to the Middle East, but the last one was certainly the roughest. 

He thought he'd faced the worst when he had watched his fellow soldier die in battle, praying with them as they breathed their last. It wasn't until his platoon was captured that he found that there were far worse things than the cold embrace of death. 

They were captured be a group of rogue extremists who had little use for them other than to use them as a ransom. After a month of captivity, Abel figured that ransom was never met. They lived in a tiny hell hole, with mud floors and rodents scurrying everywhere. They purposely deprived of food, water, and sunlight to break their spirits. Those who continued to fight were brutally beaten. The top off the misery with fear, about twice a week, one of their men would be taken and beheaded.

Abel was branded with the cross on his forehead due to his role as chaplain, so that he could be properly singled out. He managed to stay alive, despite his daily refusal to deny his faith in the face of his captors. Every day, he was sure he was going to die. 

Then, finally, rescue came. Of the fifteen men captured, only four remained. All were required to take leave, and Abel decided that he didn't want to go back. He was discharged from the army with several award for his bravery. But none of that made the pain go away. 

His life felt empty after he left the military. He went to therapy and sought counseling, even got a few odd jobs, but nothing felt right. Living with his scars, both physical and mental, was difficult. Finally, he somehow or another came across the vampire hunting guild. Abel felt the need to fight once more. He attended a special seminary school that focused on demon and vampire hunting. When he graduated, he joined the guild that is now roaming Middleborough. 

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